Tag: Ally Pally

  • ‘Also-rans’ cause carnage carving up the field

    ‘Also-rans’ cause carnage carving up the field

    It’s actually very fitting that what you will read hereafter is being produced so close to St Stephen’s (Boxing) Day. For the day after Christmas itself was the occasion on which Gavin Sheehan cajoled a truly rousing rally out of Hewick which nabbed the King George in most unlikely fashion for ‘Shark’ Hanlon’s (temporarily Tara…

  • Doets has the horsepower to outstay the Bull(y)

    Doets has the horsepower to outstay the Bull(y)

    Another Ally Pally clascic. Another Dutch darting star comes of age. Kevin Doets – the surname pronounced the same way some people pronounce Deutz tractors – just about having enough horsepower to outrun the Bull(y) Boy, Michael Smith. The only thing reducing the seismic nature of the world No. 2 being catapulted out of the…

  • Littler and Sherrock on potential collision course

    Littler and Sherrock on potential collision course

    Should Fallon Sherrock, as would be expected, overcome Ryan Miekel in the first round of the William Hill sponsored World Darts Championship, the Queen of the Palace will then be faced with the more ominous proposition of potentially being nuked by last year’s runner up Luke Littler. Other potential pairings pulled out in Monday evening’s…

  • Cool Hand crucial for Humphries but they both have world in their hands

    Cool Hand crucial for Humphries but they both have world in their hands

    Something had to give. Two lads of the same name. Both stars of their sport in their own way. Either of them would have been fitting and deserving winners of the Sid Wadell Trophy. One had had the sporting world in spin since the action got underway at the Alexandra Palace on December 15th. The…

  • Two Lukes to duke it out!

    Two Lukes to duke it out!

    Generally, if something looks too good to be true, it is as such. If that appraisal seems simplistic to the point of cruelty, look at it another way. In top level professional sport, there’s very seldom room for romantics or fairytales. But there are exceptions to such analysis. Like that of Hewick – the €800…

  • The game and the fans are real winners as epic battle enters home straight

    The game and the fans are real winners as epic battle enters home straight

    When I was 16 years of age, completing the Junior Cert was Mount Everest. And a power cut during the first day of the State Exams which necessitated me to stay in school until 6.30pm catching up added another uninvited layer of trepidation. Other than that, becoming more efficient at driving a powered wheelchair, ditto…

  • You can throw the form book in the furnace

    You can throw the form book in the furnace

    When Meath football was at its zenith in the late 1980s and early to mid ’90s, they must have been a nightmare for anybody attempting to preview matches going on what sort of form teams had been in leading up to the fixture in question. Furthermore, oddsmakers must thank their lucky stars in-running betting wasn’t…

  • Seeds falling quicker than leaves in Christmas painkillers

    Seeds falling quicker than leaves in Christmas painkillers

    Anyone who has been perusing content in this space for any length of time will know that this time of year is far from the favourite portion of the 12 month cycle. Equally, however, it’ll scarcely shock anybody to realise sport is generally the best medication for such ills. Yes, there are a plethora of…

  • Call me Grinch if you must but in this corner sport saves #Dartsmas!

    Call me Grinch if you must but in this corner sport saves #Dartsmas!

    It’s beginning to look a lot like #Dartsmas. If you’ve been perusing content in this location for any length at all you’ll know the months of November and December are absolutely detested here. It’s been so for more than a decade at this stage but has been amplified to incalculable levels since da departed for…

  • You were right there Michael on the night

    You were right there Michael on the night

    Few, if any, however, could’ve predicted the manic majesty of what was to transpire when the two combatants returned to the oche after the first stanza. Put in this way, there was more than Wayne Mardle lost for words.